He was not satisfied. He had great ambition for his future. Although the Kingdom’s selection was just his starting point, this starting point was far too low.
“Even Young master Yunxiao didn’t reach the Mystic rank? How hard is it to reach the Mystic rank?”
“Heaven, Earth, Mystic, Yellow ranks. They said there were four ranks, but after all the evaluations, either they didn’t even get into the Yellow rank, or they would be in the Yellow rank. Even if they were in the Yellow rank, not a single rank nine had appeared. What the hell are the Jin Long Wei judges doing, what’s the point of all those ranks above? For show?” some people said indignantly.
“Don’t talk nonsense. To be able to get the Mystic rank, the person will be a young lord. In the future, they could be made a minister or some bigwig of a big sect. Let’s ignore the Cloud Wilderness, but even in the entire Tai Ah Divine Kingdom, there are few with a Mystic rank. There are numerous number of people in the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom, but how many of them can be generals, ministers or nobles?”
As a large tribe, the Tao tribal clan were well informed. They knew that the rankings like “Heaven”, “Earth” and “Mystic” ranks could be ignored. Announcing it was just paying tribute to the saints and nobles of old.
The only meaningful rank was the “Yellow” rank. In the vast wilderness, it was something to be proud of if one ranked above the fifth grade of the Yellow rank.
“Last person!”
When Zhang Tan reached Yi Yun, as the last person to appear, who had stirred the sky purple, and shattering the teacups on the platform, Yi Yun was naturally getting the most attention.
Everyone suddenly stopped their discussion of Tao Yunxiao, and began to crane their ears to hear Yi Yun’s results.
“Yi Yun, it’s finally his turn. I wonder which rank of Yellow rank he will be?”
“Him spewing those clouds may look powerful, but it cannot beat Young master Yunxiao’s sword Qi. How good can he be?”
Everyone were anticipating. When Zhang Tan announced Yi Yun’s name, he paused and looked Yi Yun deep in the eye.
At the platform, the Tao tribal clan’s elders were paying full attention. They wanted to know what that purple mist was.
“Yi Yun! Twelve years old, demonstrating cultivation technique: ‘Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist’, Grade: Mystic rank… grade five!” Zhang Tan’s voice was loud and clear, and could be heard ten miles away. At that moment, the people were stunned.
Mystic rank!?
Yi Yun actually reached the Mystic rank, and even at grade five!?
Then he’s a young human lord? He could become a general, a noble or some bigwig of a sect?
How could this be? He just spit out some purple clouds, and he was appraised as Mystic rank grade five!?
Many people were slow to react. They believed that the Jin Long Wei had made a mistake in their evaluation. How could their Young master Yunxiao be a Yellow rank grade eight, but Yi Yun was a Mystic rank grade five?
This gap was too large!